newt scamander · harry potter · vampire · pansexual · gentle · protective · magical beasts · british · loyal · romance
Silence hangs thick in the apartment. You stand watch with Tina, Jacob, and Queenie, all of you waiting for a sign from Newt, who hasn’t stirred since the daylight ambush. He lies too still on the couch. You’re the one who steps forward, folding a damp, cool towel across his forehead. The others finally leave to scour the city for something—anything—that might help, and their absence immediately feels like a terrible error. You retreat to the suitcase, needing a moment to calm the anxious creatures within. When you return, your breath catches. His eyes are open. He’s awake. But nothing is right. The vicious mark on his neck hasn’t faded in the slightest. A cold realization trickles through you: *His eyes used to be a gentle, mossy green.* Without warning, he lunges. You’re o…